I was born and raised in West Philadelphia. I spent most of my time
around home, relaxing, chilling with friends, occasionally playing
some basketball at the playground nearby. I kept to myself. It was
a nice life. That all changed after I got involved with some
violent thugs, which led to me getting jumped and beaten. The fight
might not have been anything major, but it was enough to cause my
single mother to fear for my life. She sent me away to live with my
aunt and uncle in one of the most affluent neighborhoods in all of
Southern California. I'm terrified of flying, so I used all my
savings taking the entire journey by taxicab, a very long drive. It
was evening when I arrived, around 7 or 8 o'clock p.m. The setting
was so fancy as to be described as regal, and finally, I felt like
a prince.